Editing Campaign:The Black Parade/Grieving Maiden (section)

== Basics ==
*'''Campaign:''' [[Campaign:The Black Parade|this thing]]
*'''Name:''' Infinite Screams of The Thousand Forges of Blackest Steel That Howl Eternally Into The Blackest Night of Oblivion As Creation Weeps Eternally Into The BLOOD OCEAN 
*'''Concept:''' DEATH METAL RAWK PREACHER
*'''Caste/Aspect:''' Midnight 
*'''Motivation:''' Rock Creation into an endless night of death and chaos
*'''Positive intimacies:''' 
*'''Negative intimacies:''' Peace and quiet, Poseurs
*'''Anima:''' A screaming skull encased in black fire 
*'''Experience:''' 18/64
''(write experience points as "unspent / total" plx)''

=== Background ===
In the far northern wastes of Creation, wild and mad [[viking]] tribes pillaged and plundered their way through the land, raping and killing their way for a living as they screamed the names of their war-hungry ancestors, causing death and fighting war throughout the land. Among those tribes was Krush Mhurdur, their spiritual leader. At the end of every raid, a musical procession would follow him as he screamed a great prayer to their fallen ancestors to sate their thirst for blood, whose maimed ears could not understand the whispers and murmurs of normal prayer. Mhurdur's screaming would last long into the night, until the ears of his followers bled like waterfalls, a sign that the ancestors had acknowledged their daily slaughter.

As the years passed, Krush became more proficient in his great howling, and his tribe grew larger and more fearsome, moving on to crush even larger villages beneath their feet. On their fifth anniversary, they gathered for a special prayer of slaughter, one that would last for ten days and ten nights. All went according to plan, until the eighth night, when Mhurdur's great screams grew hoarse, his face turned a pale shade of red and blue, and his lungs collapsed. He died. 

He would have died. He should have died. 

The Mask of Winters felt otherwise, seeking a champion who was bloodthirsty enough to spread his will, and brilliantly mad and charismatic enough to make others follow. He offered Krush Mhurdur a place among the most exalted of his fallen ancestors, a great leader enlightened to a place beyond his tribesmen, where he could personally serve the forces of slaughter and mayhem in an eternal existence beyond life. 

Krush Mhurdur accepted, and thus he was dubbed with his new title, 'Infinite Screams of The Thousand Forges of Blackest Steel That Howl Eternally Into The Blackest Night of Oblivion As Creation Weeps Eternally Into The BLOOD OCEAN.' He made a great pilgrimage to Thorns, killing everything that got in his way and performing nightly rites of mad screaming. Upon his arrival, he was welcomed, and began his Deathknight training - his ferocity was channeled into a prime killing force, he learned of the Great Neverborn and their cause, and he was taught things any civilized person should know, such as reading and writing. 

In his current life, Infinite Screams is somewhat of a celebrity around Thorns. He makes almost nightly performances as a one-man-band, his guttural voice screaming prayers to the Neverborn as eruptions of violent music follow, oftentimes killing large numbers of the audience if they aren't already dead in the first place. As far as his loyalty to the Mask of Winters goes - he's ready to rock, any time, any place - he just needs to say the word.

=== Appearance ===
Infinite screams is a broad-shouldered, towering man, with long, greasy hair, a chiseled face, and plenty of stubble. Now ripped and tattered to show off his awesome pecs is a funerary robe, what's left of the sleeves adorned with skulls and ribs. From the waist down, the piece of clothing has been completely ripped off, in favor of a pair of black, tattered trousers held up by a thick leather belt adorned with more skulls and spikes. When ready for a fight or some slaughter - which is usually always - he wears a thick, steel breastplate, with huge, spiked pauldrons, that almost perpetually screams in a chorus of rock-like agony, and a hulking, black mace, massive, rounded end covered in twisted spikes. His sheer manliness, paired with his newfound ability to shower now and then mean the bitches are all over that shit.